So did the twins. So did nearly every woman in the room. So did Brett. So did Jacob. Paul noticed. He also noticed the ones that didn’t. The rich ma...n at the office door and the coin counter at the table watched Paul impatiently. The rich bitch and the head-scarfed girl just played on her phone or hung her head, shaking, respectively. The Phillipino and the tall slender guy, they all waited on Paul. Owen stepped away, like a coward.“Motherfucker! Why are you so motherfucking interesting?” Paul. I was, of course, flattered to be asked, since only the hottest girls got asked to be ball girls. Ricky told me that my job would be to look cute and sexy for all the guys while I caught foul balls and returned them to the dugouts. It didn't seem too difficult, so I agreed to try it for the first game of the season to see if I could do it. The first thing I had to do was to pick out an outfit to wear. Ricky said to be really sexy because the ball players liked flirting with sexy ball girls.. He liked me. But that wasn’t the particular attraction. He was fun, considerate, even romantic sometimes, but that didn’t make much of a difference, either. We simply had to touch each other. We had to mate. Ha! That makes it sounds so primitive. So animalistic. But, it was. It was instinctual, unexplainable. It was like something out of a fantasy graphic novel. We had never laid eyes on each other. It wasn’t even a set up. We were living in the same town and I walked into the right room. It. I was moaning from the pleasure and he shushed me signaling I should be quiet. He started kissing me and I sucked his thick, warm tongue and buried my face in his mustache and beard, thinking all the time, 'yes, fuck me, daddy.' He didn’t seem tired from holding and fucking me and even increased his tempo. I was in a state of total lust and I even pushed back on his strokes to feel his cock press deeper as well as to further stimulate my hard cock rubbing against his hairy belly. He fucked me.